I'LL LOVE YOU
UNTIL MY LUNGS
GIVE OUT

↝ FULL NAME ↜
Cyra Verena Ilyria

Cyra | The name Cyra is girl's name of Persian origin meaning "sun or throne, or lord"

Verena | Of Latin origin, and the meaning of Verena is "true"

↝ NICKNAME ↜
Rina ~ A nickname given to her by her mother, and one that has stuck since childhood. A nickname shared by family members, and those she finds formalities dismissed.

↝ TITLE(S) ↜
Princess Cyra Ilyria of Thrincia
Cyra Ilyria Second of Her Name
The Flower of Thrincia
The Untamed Ilyria
The Rose Widow

↝ GENDER ↜
Female

↝ AGE ↜
Eighteen (18)

↝ SEXUALITY ↜
Bisexual

↝ FACE CLAIM ↜
Sasha Luss

↝ HAIR COLOR ↜
platinum blonde

↝ EYE COLOR ↜
pale blue

↝ HEIGHT ↜
5'5

↝ NATIONALITY ↜
Kingdom of Thrincia

↝ DETAILED APPEARANCE ↜
Much like her fathers kin, Cyra inherited a outstanding portion of her physical appearance to the first people that settled Thrincia. Mirroring her fathers platinum blonde hair, and his sharp features Cyra could've been deemed the female reincarnation of the King of Thrincia. But not everything is etched from her fathers gene pool, much like her younger sister Cyra's statue is more so on the slender side. Her petite build inherited from her Noble Mother, and the portside House she deprived from. Keeping in touch with the traditions of the Kingdom of Thrincia, and being the prime example of womanly elegance to the people beneath her station, Cyra carries no tattoos or markings on her skin. Unless one was to count the slender scar that runs crooked across her right rib, but a few inches. But a concealed scar isn't one she'd bother worrying about, and neither would her kin, or those that placed her on a Ilyria pedestal.

↝ PERSONALITY ↜
Cyra was once a wild, and careless child. One that preferred stepping on her parents toes to gain a bit of attention, rather than bending backwards to gather their praise. But such a wildness, and eagerness to attract her parents attention dissipated after the death of her husband. The Princess that was once filled with laughter, and mischief folding into the ideal daughter her parents longed for. Her rogue persona, becoming one of elegance and etiquette. Her wiggling tongue becoming still, and silent. Every bit of life that had been behind Crya's eyes faded, and replaced by a twisting chaos. One that even Crya herself cannot place, or name. A chaos that drives the woman utterly mad, her mind constantly churn and shifting. Never content, or happy. But bitter, and always displeased.
Crya comes off as quiet and soft spoken when presented before the eyes of the public, always plastering on a smile, and breaking into appropriate laughter. After all image means everything, especially for the daughter of William Ilyria. Crya can be quite uptight more often than not, more so around those she distrust. Which happens to be everyone, after the death of her husband. Especially after Crya pieced together who had murdered her beloved. Crya is complex in a way, shifting between her calm and collected persona into one of snappy remarks, and poisonous words within the drop of a hat.

↝ LIKES ↜
~

↝ DISLIKES ↜
~

↝ FEAR(S) ↜
~

↝ BACKSTORY ↜
Cyra was the second child of William and Cecilia Ilyria, and the only daughter of the two royals for eighteen years. With this being said, Cyra grew up knowing her position and duty as princess. And thus from a young age Cyra was thrown into a world of etiquette, and endless hours of public servitude. Being the only daughter of a vast Kingdom, Cyra was expected to attending lectures, take classes revolving around etiquette, and attending classes of the highest education. All of which she begrudgingly attended, but not without causing trouble. By the time Cyra was sixteen, the princess had ran through a handful of teachers, and advisers. All of which, claiming that the girl was 'wild and impractical'. The young Cyra skipping lessons to run along the shores of her Kingdom, with the lowborn children of the capitol, or sneaking onto the back of her fathers horses disappearing for hours on end. But those two words weren't far from the truth, seeing as Cyra loathed everything about her 'duties to the kingdom and family'. As if laying on her back, and producing children was the dream she wanted. Cyra had dreams then, wanted to live a life free of the chains that she was born with. Wanted to see the world, never marry, and certainly not pop out a few kids for a man she loathed.
Cyra lived a lonely life as a child, despite these tedious classes she hated. Being rulers of a Kingdom left her parents little free time, and thus Cyra withstood her own vices. From the age twelve Cyra found companionship in her fathers adviser, the elderly woman taking Cyra beneath her wing and teaching her the very things her parents frowned upon... the unwomanly art of poisons and sharp blades. It was a outlet of sorts for the wild child of the Ilyria Family, and one that kept her under control until the age of seventeen. A age where Cyra had began to give into the wishes of her mother, and lose that wild streak that flourished through her veins. That was until she met the son of a lowborn merchant by the name of Adair Volmark entered her life, breathing life back into the Princess that began to surrender to the pressure of the worlds views. It wasn't but a couple months until Adair and Crya grew inseparable. The spring she turned eighteen, Crya with the help of her fathers adviser had arranged a secret marriage between herself and the man she had grown to love. A man that allowed her to be free, and wild. Laughed alongside her as she ran across the beaches of Thrincia. Crya and Adair were married but a day and night before his death, the untimely incident shattering Crya's world, and in truth her sanity. What hurt Crya more as she mourned the assassination of her husband, was the carelessness her parents held, exclaiming that the man was nothing more than a distraction and one that would lead her down a road of misery and misfortune. Since then Crya has mended into their ideal child, fitting into the cookie cutter mold they crafted. Became the dutiful daughter, and captured the devotion of her people.

↝ FAMILY ↜
William Ilyria ~ Father | Alive
Cecilia Ilyria ~ Mother | Alive
Augustus Ilyria | Brother/Heir | Alive

↝ WEAPONS ↜
Weapons? Being the eldest daughter of the royal family, and the prime example to the women of her Kingdom Cyra was never gifted the opportunity to wield a weapon. This doesn't mean the woman is completely defenseless, her fathers adviser teaching Cyra how to wield small daggers and poisons since she was a young girl. A secret weapon, but one that has been undoubted useful when it comes to the schemes of court.

↝ THEME SONG ↜
Eyes on Fire by Blue Foundation

↝ QOUTES ↜

"It should've been me..."

"I'm terrified by this dark thing
that sleeps in me."

"Anger is better than tears, guilt,
and grief."

"You don't understand and
I can't explain."

↝ TRIVIA ↜
• Born mid spring
• Briefly married before
the death of her husband
• Rumored to of poisoned her husband
but nothing was brought forth to finalize the idea
• Knows who murdered her husband but has kept quiet about the subject altogether

↝ HOST ↜
SUGARSIDE

THE KINGDOM OF THRINCIA

Rough draft

↝ BRIEF HISTORY ↜
The Kingdom of Thrincia, isn't a young country but quite old and ancient. Though the rulers of the Country come and go, bloodlines depleting and disappearing. The Kingdom has always remained, the crown falling from the head of one house to be thrown onto another. The Kingdom of Thrincia has always been but a small Kingdom, one based upon the shoulders of a handful of vessels, and taking up merely half of the island it resides on. That was until three hundred years ago, when King Augustine Ilyria set forth to conquer the remainder of the Island and the small manned Isles that surrounded the forest draped Island. The conquest itself took the extent of Augustine's life, but came to a end several years before his death. From there his son began to dip his toes in his own ambition, building Thrincia up from the inside out. Establishing trade routes across the seas, constructing harbors on the newly proclaimed isles, and creating a improved and wider council for those that sought 'powerful' positions. Since then, the dynasty of Ilyria has kept hold of the crown (not without a few scares) giving the crown heirs, and warding off possible assassinations with a bit of backstabbing of their own. Due to Augustine's and his heir's ambition, Thrincia has blossomed, and grew into a Kingdom of renowned power.

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